She moves so easily, with such knowing grace; she walks in metric beauty, through her mellowing lover's elegant worldthrough it and beyond, at last, to younger, stronger, more passionate arms. But then she goes back to the other guy.
Ah well, that's Catherine Deneuve for you. At least that's the Deneuve of late, for while La Chamade is based on a Françoise Sagan novel, it somewhat resembles Belle de Jour and, to a lesser extent, The April Fools. But it lacks the surrealistic pathology of Belle and the slick American romance of Fools. Its...
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